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INTRO LOG: NOVEMBER

INTRO LOG: NOVEMBER
OLD FAT BOAT

characters: everyone.
location: the harbor, and around town.
date/time: november 1-3.
content: the ferry's back! yay! and it's piled high with goodies! yay!
warnings: n/a.

welcome to beacon.

It's dim, and the room won't stop swaying, gently rocking you back and forth. A loud sound startles you fully awake, a deep, moaning call: a foghorn. As your eyes adjust, you note faint red light streaking through the room from a tiny, round window.

You've found yourself in a private room, lying on a bed. The last things you remember are the events that led up to your death. Beside you is a folded tablet and a lantern that glows steadily with a healthy flame.

You're on a ship. And that ship is docking.

Making your way to the deck, ~~and eventually the pier,~~ you find only moonlight to greet you, and a dark forest beyond. There are other people here, each with their own unique lantern, and many of them look just as lost as you are. On the ferry you've just disembarked from, the speaker system begins to play a song.

In the distance, across the waters of the lake, you can see the tall silhouette of a lighthouse, its red light slowly turning.

•••

To everyone's surprise, the ferry does indeed arrive on schedule. Right on time, it comes chugging along toward the beach, though its usually noisy engines are silent. And it seems to be sitting quite low in the water... Hmm.

Unfortunately for those unlucky enough to find themselves onboard, there isn't yet a replacement dock for the one that was destroyed last month. The ferry stops right where it would normally anchor, but then... that's it.

Logistically, there's good news and bad news: The good news is that the ferry is only about 25-30 feet from shore, which is well within the safety of the harbor and is a manageable distance for swimming with an open flame. The bad news? It's... 25-30 feet from shore, which is going to make unloading supplies, er, tricky.

The usual monthly stock has also come in, but, oh, what's this? There's an awful lot in the cargo hold. An awful, awful lot. As a matter of fact, the boat is absolutely filled with food and goods. The storage areas are packed tight, but the bounty spills out onto the decks, and even into the cabins. It's entirely possible that some of the newbies woke up surrounded by potatoes, or with a carton of eggs balanced on them. Maybe even in a pile of Beacon's signature standard clothing. In short, the ferry has become a proverbial horn of plenty.

Where all this stuff came from is one mystery, but another is how to get it all to shore. Better unload it before the weight sinks the ferry again! Just kidding. (Or are we?)

At a glance, the only thing out of place on the ferry is that the door to the bridge is welded shut. Seems a small price to pay for this resurrection though, doesn't it? Besides that one door and all these goodies piled high on the ship, it's almost as if the ferry crash never even happened. Maybe things will be okay after all?

Or maybe the new arrivals will have something to say about that. 🤔

And speaking of newcomers, the tablet and the town have some resources available for getting acquainted with their new situation! In fact, as soon as they're prompted to enter a network username, an app containing all sorts of useful welcome information will launch. Newcomers can always check out the weekly bulletins and the records in town hall as well, and everyone's welcome to get in touch with the NPCs through their inboxes.

ooc.

Hey there, wonderful players, and welcome to In the Night! For this intro log, you are officially without a chaperone. Rastus is back at the bonfire, Will is characteristically elusive, and Robin is, well, you know where she's at. It's up to the veteran residents to fill in the new folks.

As hinted above, it's also up to veteran residents (and newbies alike) to figure out the missing dock situation. Some efforts have already been started to rebuild the structure, but until that's done, the logistics are in your hands! Swim for it, fly for it, teleport to the beach, or maybe use one of the rafts or boats built earlier to shuttle people to and fro. Whatever you do, just make sure you get all the cargo (and people!) off the ferry before it departs.

As an additional note: We will NOT be tracking how you do all of that! There's no need to report salvage efforts to us, as by now, we trust y'all players to make things happen. So long as we see these challenges getting addressed ICly, we'll assume the town came together and figured it out somehow. Nice work, everyone!

DELIVERIES

The following packages can be found in the cargo hold:

The monthly store restock
A smorgasbord of other items; though limited in scope to the items typically found in the restock/stores, there's an abundance of everything.
And that's it. With the fate of the ferry uncertain, Rastus was unable to order deliveries last month. :(
...Except for a single box of blueberry Poptarts for Peter Parker.

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CW: blood, brief mentions of gore, mentions of gun shot wounds

➣ I - On the morning tide / We'll hoist the sails to brave the crashing waves.

[ It's disorienting, the transition. Castiel thinks at first that he just misjudged, that somehow in beating his wings and flinging himself through space in the blink of an eye he'd managed to miscalculate the distance, and flew into the belly of a ship stocked with what seems an unreasonable amount of potatoes, rather than towards the car he intended to locate. But when he touches his midsection, the only blood left is on his clothing. There's no sign of the beatings he took, or of the messy rips and tears left behind by the bullet or Crowleys efforts to dig a stone tablet out of its hiding place from within Castiel's guts. Literally speaking, not figuratively.

Castiel is, somehow, healed, and wakes in the belly of a ship. There's a lantern next to him, and he pieces some things together even before finding answers within the tablet: his lantern is black wrought iron and delicately patterned, blue stained glass, and inside of it swirls a white blue light, moving like something caught between liquid and gaseous, brimming with energy that Castiel knows because it is himself. Inside the lantern is his grace, an angel's source of power and being.

If encountered within the ship, before making his way to the deck, Castiel strikes a worrisome picture at first glance: While the wounds have closed, his suit, shirt and trenchcoat are torn and soaked with blood around the midsection. You might observe him glancing down, frowning and then holding a hand above his midsection, where the clothins is damaged. A blue white light like the one in his lantern gathers in his palm (though unlike the lantern, it sheds no light), and a moment later the clothes are fixed, as if nothing ever happened to them - or to him. Simultaneously, the light in the lantern dims a little and grows just a little... less. Castiel notices, certainly, and realizes that in this place, he is finite. ]

Great.

➣ II - Want you come with me / And hear the ocean sigh.

[ Castiel makes it to the deck, using the trench coat's sash to fasten his lantern to his belt.

When they see the shape in the water, the lights, anyone close by might notice that a slim silver blade drops from his sleeve into the palm of his hand, and his attention does not waver from the light. Once it's gone, so is the blade, and Castiel stares off into the darkness and the fog as if he can will himself to figure out what it was on the merit of sheer determination.

He cannot, and finally sighs. ]

The computer mentioned nothing like this.

[ Referring, of course, to the tablet. ]

➣ III - And if to its deaths it called us by our names / Want you sail to the shore with me.

[ The ferry stops some distance away from shore. It's not a distance that would be impossible to swim, but of course, Castiel has no intention of doing so. He has drowned in one blackened lake before, and would rather not repeat the experience. Especially given what they've seen in the water, in the fog, and that isn't even taking into account the logistics of the lantern and his own life in death apparently being tied to it. This place may be neither Hell nor Purgatory - and is a far cry from Heaven - but Castiel has no intention of engaging the metaphysical laws of his existence here quite so crudely quite yet.

So Castiel steps towards the railings, looks upon the beach, and flies.

Here is what any normal human sees: One moment the man in the trench coat with the blue tie (always askew) is on the ferry, the next he is on the beach, and the transition is accompanied by the soft rustling of feathers and soft 'whoosh' of displaced air.

If someone observes him who sees a little more than human eyes can see, the person might see the shadows of wings gather around Castiel's body for a moment, beating once and carrying him across the distance in the blink of an eye. The wings are there, but they aren't visible on the physical realm. They are not made of shadows, merely cast them when used. A person able to observe this fact might also be aware that Castiel, unlike a human, is not his body. Rather he is something made of light and divine energy inside of the body, though he inhabits it like it's his own these days.

At any rate, if you're currently on the beach, he suddenly appears there, squinting briefly into the dark before looking back towards the ferry. ]

There's something in the water.

[ If, however, you are on of the new arrivals on the ferry; After touching base on the beach, Castiel will just as suddenly reappear on the deck with that same sound of rustling feathers and 'woosh' of displaced air. Castiel looks towards the beach, towards the blackened water, then at the person nearest him. ]

I can fly you over. It... might cause some discomfort.

[ Castiel seems largely impassive about that fact - he clearly favours practicality over worrying about personal comfort levels... Well, he does look mildly sheepish about it. Flying with an angel: Not half as pleasant as humans would largely expect.]

➣ IV - Wildcard

[ ooc: If alerted to the importance of the supplies, Castiel can fly/teleport between beach and ferry and help with those. Once everything is secured on the beach, Castiel will absolutely be out and about all over Beacon, exploring methodically and taking stock of the surroundings, and can be encountered there.

Feel free to hit me up on Plurk (

inkcharm) or Discord (inkcharm#4573) for anything you'd like to do that's not covered in thise prompts! And of course, I'd appreciate if you threw yourself at his Permissions and Opt Outs. ]

((Continued from here!))

[There doesn't seem to really be any harm to it.]

White hair, blue eyes, shorter than I am. Kind of round, spine of steel, can mess with memories. Very fond of food, but a terrible cook. Wears a waistcoat and a goddamn bowtie all the time.

[The Soldier really hates that bowtie.]

[ The vessel, certainly, doesn't familiar at all, and in fact barely sounds like the vessels his kin favour. Some of them have used their vessels for a long time, and they tend to favour a more...

Well, Dean once described the look as 'Holy Tax Accountant'. ]

I see. And how has an angel of the Lord fallen under your protection?

Crowley was the first person I met after I arrived, and he was my handler for a time. I made it my mission to keep him safe. Since Crowley and Aziraphale come as a set, Aziraphale fell under that mission, as well.

[The Soldier considers, then adds,]

Aziraphale may not need the protection as much as Crowley does. But I've never seen him with a weapon. And he still has it, regardless.

Castiel | OTA

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let me know if this is ok? you're listing it on the info for magical scans etc, but i can edit <3

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